We are friends and I do like to pass the day with you in serious and inconsequential chatter. I wouldn't mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front. We are friends and I would miss you, do miss you and think of you very often.

Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends.

We cannot tell the exact moment a friendship is formed; as in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses, there is at last one that makes the heart run over.

Honest men esteem and value nothing so much in this world as a
real friend. Such a one is as it were another self, to whom we
impart our most secret thoughts, who partakes of our joy, and
comforts us in our affliction; add to this, that his company is
an everlasting pleasure to us.

It is a common saying that many pecks of salt must be eaten
before the duties of friendship can be discharged.
[Lat., Vulgo dicitur multos modios salis simul edendos esse, ut
amicitia munus expletum sit.]